Lily.
Wish we could find her somewhere. 'Tis so sad
Not to have any mother! Shall I ask
This gentleman if he knows where she is?
Julian.
No, no, my love; we'll find her by and by.
BERNARD. and another Gentleman talking together.
He vanished somewhat oddly, days ago.
Sam saw him with a lady in his cab;
And if I hear aright, one more is missing--
Just the companion for his lordship's taste.
You've not forgot that fine Italian woman
You met there once, some months ago?
Bern.
I have to try though, sometimes--hard enough:
Her husband is alive!
Lily.
Mother was Italy, father,--was she not?
Julian.
Hush, hush, my child! you must not say a word.
Gentleman.
Oh, yes; no doubt!
But what of that?--a poor half-crazy creature!
Bern.
Something quite different, I assure you, Harry.
Last week I saw him--never to forget him--
Ranging through Seaford's house, like the questing beast.
Gentleman.
Better please two than one, he thought--and wisely.
'Tis not for me to blame him: she is a prize
Worth sinning for a little more than little.
Lily
(whispering).
Why don't you ask them whether it was mother?
I am sure it was. I am quite sure of it.
Gentleman.
Look what a lovely child!
Bern.
Harry! Good heavens!
It is the Count Lamballa. Come along.